Evolution of The Puppy Seme I
Duan Jingzhe looked blankly at the unconscious young man under him, who cut an extremely sorry figure, and thought about what had just happened.
He is a researcher, a researcher in machines and electronics.
Today, he had been experimenting in the laboratory on how to improve a robot"s agility, when suddenly there was an explosion.
And, he"d inexplicably found himself here.
He looked expressionlessly at the glowing wall that had appeared in his mind"s eye.
"Rehabilitate the villain?"
Duan Jingzhe slowly moved his gaze to the person under his feet and calmly sized him up.
It was only after a long while that he dragged him into the adjacent room.
He looked at the young person, who was still bleeding -- oh, that wall said he"s called Dong Qingzhan. Duan Jingzhe silently judged his likelihood of dying.
He came to a conclusion: If I do not treat the wounds, he will die for sure.
If he died, according to the wall, he himself would die as well.
Duan Jingzhe expressionlessly dropped his gaze. From the cabinet at his side, he took out a medical kit.
He bandaged the youth"s wounds with skillful and smooth movements, but his actions seemed to be a bit off. It was like he was fixing an automaton or something: skilled but lacking emotion.
After Duan Jingzhe was done dressing the wounds, he looked up and down the body now covered with bandages and paused for a moment as if he had just thought of something. He took a nutritional pill from the side, held the youth"s head, and fed him it.
Looking at the face, which was less pale, Duan Jingzhe slowly put his hands down and turned to the experiment bench next to him.
To him, the person behind him was not an injured person, but a mechanical component to be fixed.
Duan Jingzhe, who had already turned around, looked at the half-finished mecha model, and there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.
The place where Duan Jingzhe was born in was an abandoned factory on the planet Amir. Everything within a radius of several hundred kilometers was sc.r.a.p metal, with no trace of any humans.
Thank goodness the body Duan Jingzhe"s is in right now coincidentally has the same name he does. Their names are written the same way as well, and this "Duan Jingzhe" is also obsessed with mechanics and electronics.
The difference is that this "Duan Jingzhe" family is extremely poor. Because of some situation, his parents disappeared when he was just four years old. He grew up in welfare houses until he was twelve, and then he went outside to pick up some odd jobs to earn his own living.
By chance, this "Duan Jingzhe" found a job working with mecha. His work at that time was not simple either. It was to install foot joints onto mecha models. If this factory wasn"t hard-pressed to meet its deadline, it would definitely not have allowed a newcomer to pick up such a job.
But what no one thought of was that a little kid who didn"t even have facial hair yet would had such talent in this regard.
When he first demonstrated what he could do, he had shown that he was just as skilled in the a.s.sembly of these parts as the seasoned workers, and completed the task in a shorter amount of time.
After watching him a.s.semble it three or four times, the factory master was jumping with glee. He not only provided his lunch and dinner but also raised his salary. Of course, he also a.s.signed "Duan Jingzhe" more work.
The "Duan Jingzhe" who had originally come only for temporary work had stayed here since.
Everything -- from the beginning work with the joint parts to the final body a.s.sembly, and even the middle work of welding and adjusting the circuits -- "Duan Jingzhe" had fully mastered in just a short period of six years.
This "Duan Jingzhe"s" feelings for mechas had also changed from a purely economic pursuit to a fanatical pursuit.
He is eager to touch on a real mecha and become a real mecha maker.
The mecha models the factory makes are actually toys for children, just a very complex and sophisticated kind of toy. The mecha model is completely modeled on real mechas, except that people can"t ride in it, and it doesn"t have many of the functions of the real mechs. Otherwise, they are very similar to the real mechs.
The mecha model is produced to foster children"s mecha consciousness.
Children don"t have the mental power to drive the real mechs, but in order to develop these children"s abilities from an early age, the mech model emerged. They were able to combine with the children"s consciousness and execute a series of actions according to the children"s instructions.
Once, "Duan Jingzhe" serendipitously saw a real mecha battle being broadcasted in the factory during dinner.
The difference between real mechs and mecha models is really the difference between heaven and earth!
The mechas" imposing momentum captured "Duan Jingzhe"s" heart. He wanted to be a real mecha maker, not just a model maker.
By chance, "Duan Jingzhe" found the current abandoned factory. There was an abandoned laboratory inside. "Duan Jingzhe" excitedly discovered that this laboratory had been doing what else but mecha armor research!
So he settled here.
In the daytime, he a.s.sembles armored models at the factory. Then at night, he would forget to eat and sleep and come here to study the different materials in the abandoned laboratory.
This method of spending time made him smile even in his fleeting moments of sleep.
Suddenly one day, the factory owner gave him a notification.
"My boy, I know you"re talented in this area, and I also know your love for mecha." The factory master looked at him lovingly. "You are still young, not like all us old men. You still have the opportunity to pursue your dreams. This is an enrollment letter from the Mulis Academy of Mecha. You should go there -- think about it."
The factory master patted "Duan Jingzhe"s" head and looked at him, full of expectation.
Duan Jingzhe scanned the image in his memory. His hand stayed motionless for a long time. His face, which had always been like the cold face of a robot, held just the trace of warmth. But it disappeared in a flash.
There was still a month to go until the Mulis Academy of Mecha. He has only one month to continue "Duan Jingzhe"s" work.
The first thing that Dong Qingzhan saw when he woke up this picture: a thin young man surrounded by a desolate aura, staring with a crazy look at the test bench, both his hands moving fast, efficiently a.s.sembling all the parts on the lab bench. Both his hands seemed to fly, like a gorgeous show.
Dong Qingzhan"s eyes filled with bloodthirstiness and he licked his lips. The expression on his face was violent.
What beautiful hands.
I really want to -- to cut them off and keep them all for myself.
Dong Qingzhan dangerously narrowed his eyes and tightened his body. He was preparing to knock down this youth and then cut his hands off. He was just about to pull out the laser gun in his back pocket when he suddenly froze.
Dong Qingzhan"s eyes widened sharply, and his violence-filled eyes were full of disbelief.
Why am I bound up like a zongzi*!
(* Zongzi -- beautiful triangular pyramids of sticky rice wrapped up in a blanket of bamboo leaves, and bound tightly with string. As the legend goes, we eat these during the Dragon Boat festival because some poet in ancient China drowned himself out of patriotism, and they couldn"t find his dang body, so everyone threw rice treats so the fish would eat the rice and not him. Really, people -- don"t feed the fish.)
Dong Qingzhan"s violence-filled eyes were bloodshot and abnormally terrifying.
He stopped struggling, looked at the surrounding environment with his b.l.o.o.d.y eyes, and finally watched the thin young man.
He remembered that he was shot down by the Interstellar Guards. Before he lost consciousness, he realized that he had seemed to fall into an abandoned factory.
Lightning crackled and waves surged in Dong Qingzhan"s eyes. He has never been so embarra.s.sed. As the most famous interstellar pirate, could it be that his team was defeated by the Interstellar Guards?!
They had deliberately changed their course of action several times, and it is impossible for anyone but the team to know what they plan. But the Interstellar Guards obviously set up a huge ambush for themselves on the planet Temir.
Dong Qingzhan"s aura seemed to tighten, and a hard look came into his eyes.
It seems that there"s a mole on his team.
He would never have thought that there was such a suicidal person on his team!
Dong Qingzhan"s eyes were red, and his aura was murderous.
Now that he was in this kind of situation, Dong Qingzhan looked at his right hand, which was tied like a zongzi. His expression was utterly frozen and his fierceness evaporated. The corners of his mouth twitched upward uncontrollably.
Looks like he has been saved by the beautiful specimen in front of him?
Dong Qingzhan"s superficial happiness concealed the suspicion deep in his eyes.
Only moments later, Dong Qingzhan"s movements began to become wild and violent.
"Come over, you!" Dong Qingzhan knocked down the metal shelf next to him with his right foot, the only limb he could move.
The loud "bang" shook the various rusted items in the lab.
The deafening sound slammed into his ear, and Dong Qingzhan could not help but grimace, and his wild red eyes flashed with impatience.
If I knew it would be so loud, I wouldn"t have knocked over this shelf.
Annoying.
Dong Qingzhan felt very uncomfortable. Now he waited for the pretty specimen to open his mouth so that he could teach him a lesson.
However, when the crash in the lab has faded entirely, the lab was quiet once more.
......
The thin man"s hands didn"t stop moving even for a second.
It was as if he didn"t hear that crash earlier at all.
Dong Qingzhan was suddenly angry.
He stared at the thin young person in front of him with wild, flame-filled eyes.
No one ever dared to ignore him like this!
"Come over!" Dong Qingzhan had forgotten that he disliked the sound of shelves. .h.i.tting the floor. He s.h.i.+fted his body and he kicked a rack out of fury again.
"Bang!" a piercing noise blasted Dong Qingzhan"s eardrum, but he did not pay it any mind. He just stared at the skinny young man, who had suddenly paused. Then he blinked a few times.
......
However, Duan Jingzhe just paused for a moment, and without even turning around, he continued to do his own work.
Dong Qingzhan "..."
He felt an anger emanate from his chest straight to the top of his head.
Let"s try kicking over something else.
......
When the four shelves around him had been kicked down, his eardrums felt like it was burning. Dong Qingzhan still couldn"t get a reaction out of that skinny young man.
The fury in Dong Qingzhan"s heart had been extinguished by these loud noises, so he said half-heartedly toward the skinny youth, "Hey..."
The youth slowly turned back, revealing a hint of distrust on his expressionless face. "What?"
Dong Qingzhan "..."